You opened the door of the mansion confused to see 4 men there. "We headed reports of ghosts?" You went pale in worry. Your family had lived in this house for centuries and the ghosts here were your ancestors. There were over 40 generations in the same house. Ghosts. Living family. All of it. And Luna, a ghost, and the family Elder ran the household. You were the youngest. A normal girl barely over 15 "You... Must be mistaken. You should go... My grandmother doesn't like strangers," I said. Even though I meant 7× great grandmother.